I ran some errands yesterday evening and came home to this:
All three male figures in my household in the front yard, working on throwing the baseball. LittleBrother tossed the ball at the pitch back, occasionally catching it on the way back. BigBrother slowly worked through his pitching form, lobbing ball after ball at my husband.
As soon as baseball season ended this week, BigBrother started asking his dad to teach him to pitch. My husband pitched back in his day; so did I, but softball, not baseball. I watched as my oldest son think through each move to make, taking care to hit each individual movement perfectly.
Baseball season may be over for this year, but we’ll have many more seasons like this; evenings in the front yard, catching and throwing, pitching and learning.